We met and you were beautiful
The prettiest sock in the drawer
I couldn’t take my eyes off you
I had to find out more
Your heel, so soft and elegant
Such a delightful squishy toe
Your polkadots a cheery red
Why, you had a certain glow
You looked at me and I could see
Recognition in your smile
You knew me and I knew you
And I could see we both had style
Your polkadots were just like mine
The dotty pattern just the same
You saw right through my stitching
Beneath my fabric frame
You kept looking oh so deep
Right to my handstitched heart
I saw myself as I saw you
Two sides of the same part
We were a pair, you and I
Oh the brightest on the block
Everywhere you went, so did I
You and me, dear sock
You on one foot, I the other
On travels far and wide
In sweaty shoes and slippers
We journeyed side by side
Then they tossed us in the wash
And you seemed so sad that day
You seemed to know already
But how I couldn’t say
You looked at me and smiled
My love, my favourite sock
My perfect polkadot, my mirror
My lovely pair, my rock
You kissed me oh so softly
A puppet smile, a tear
Thrown into the machine
We were overcome with fear
I tried to clutch you as we turned
I tried my love, I tried
But as we spun you vanished
And I lost my only bride
Strung on the wash line
I waited, anguish in my soul
For you to appear next to me
My other part, my whole
You never came; you vanished
And I was left behind
They didn’t even look for you
They hardly seemed to mind
A pair of socks, without a pair
Only one now all alone
Gone my love, my lady
A love lost to bemoan
I am nothing now without you
One sock that should be two
It’s a pair of sock after all
My time is up; I’m through
Heart unstitched and broken
Dots fading now, so grey
Holes suddenly appearing
Fabric starts to fray
They look at me so gravely
And I hear them start to plot
I’m picked up rather roughly
The garbage can my lot
Tossed away, discarded
Rubbish my new friend
I sit and think of you my love
As I wait keenly for my end
As the truck pulls up I hear it
The rhythmic crushing and the grind
And as I'm thrown to my demise
I really do not mind
Then I hear them find you
Concealed by the suds
Hiding in the wash machine
And I feel as my heart thuds
The end is now my darling
It’s too late for them to save
The machine beckons and I go
I promise I shall be brave
I feel it as it finds me
And crushed and picked apart
I think of you, my great sock love
My pair and my heart.
